Murder Suit

Lyrics

[Produced by Paris] [Verse 1: Paris] Another casket they done asked me to carry Another homeboy blasted they done asked me bury I'm still exhausted from the last one, the setting was very Hard to swallow but typical when the hood hit the cemetery My heart is heavy for the families Trapped in this tragedy of madness and insanity Blapped in the street behind some bullshit he never seen Got me thinking back upon the way we used to scrap we when was young and beefin' When we would beat 'em, or might get did But we let it go and lived, forgived Niggas knuckled up, buckled up, wasn't no whoop it out and blast Just because somebody muggin' when we passed When is thuggin' gone pass, and this manhood thing come back around Cause unity is cool by me But until we get the message 'bout this death, I say the rest is a wash Too many livin' we lost, damn [Chorus: Paris] Now I'm pullin' out my murder suit (Pullin' out my murder suit) Now I'm takin' out my murder suit (Takin' out my murder suit) Got me puttin' on my murder suit (Pullin' out my murder suit) In my best black, too many times from all the shootin' Now I'm pullin' out my murder suit (Pullin' out my murder suit) Now I'm takin' out my murder suit (Takin' out my murder suit) Now I'm puttin' on my murder suit (Pullin' out my murder suit) Got my best black one mo' time from all the shootin's [Verse 2: Paris] At the church again, shit is startin' to hurt again Lookin' at another brotha layin' in a hearse again Hear the Bible verse and then is off to the graveyard A consequence of niggas thinkin' they hard Put my arm around his mama but it ain't same thing as her child She raised him up to never try to gangbang or be wild A damn shame that he left to be a memory now Plus he black and from the hood so ain't no empathy, wow And I wore my "Rest In Peace" shirt to the viewin' And they still ain't found the shooter It's too bad now, it seems like it's gettin' normal to hear About some murder in the neighborhood but nobody cares It's all about this chrome fo'-fo' Cause ain't nobody tryin' to box no mo' Representin' for the homies throwin' things in the street Realizin' at the same time, that's just me, god damn [Chorus: Paris] Now I'm pullin' out my murder suit (Pullin' out my murder suit) Now I'm takin' out my murder suit (Takin' out my murder suit) Got me puttin' on my murder suit (Pullin' out my murder suit) In my best black, too many times from all the shootin' Now I'm pullin' out my murder suit (Pullin' out my murder suit) Now I'm takin' out my murder suit (Takin' out my murder suit) Now I'm puttin' on my murder suit (Pullin' out my murder suit) Got my best black one mo' time from all the shootin's [Interlude] "This new report that says Oakland remains one of the most dangerous cities in the area." "Da-da-dangerous cities in the area" (Pullin' out my murder suit) (Puttin' on my murder suit) [Verse 3: Paris] Never give up on my people, never leave 'em behind Instead of teach 'em how to Dougie, I'ma teach 'em to rise I see these youngsta's tryin' to mug me but I see in they eyes An intelligent, soldier who can see though the lies It's really all what you believe in your mind, I believe you gone shine But in these streets you gon' die if ain't no peace with yo kind I ain't talkin' bout no gang affiliation I'm talking doin' what it take to change the situation In this nation, you can be a brother with chips Or be another statistic on a government list Or do it like the brothers with the black gloves and a fist up For revolution, even if you get ya wrist cuffed You can be a great scholar or a African king Instead of blappin' for bling, or somewhere trapped in the bend You much better than a "Rest In Peace" legacy destiny It's all about upliftment and lettin' the rest be [Outro] "What are we looking at?" "Two gunshot wounds to the upper-left chest cavity" "At least three bullet holes in his left abdomen" "I'm gonna need access. Here, I'm gonna start a subclavian line" "Blood's filling his chest cavity. He'll need bilateral tubes, Betadine." "Then take him up right now and start an ex-lap." "Here, we're gonna cut into your chest to place a tube that will help you breathe. It's gonna hurt like hell, but it's the only way"